What is the point of waiting?

Sometimes I wonder.

Then I walk around the valley, and it teaches me.

Patience: as more-than-humans arrive in their time, not mine. And they are never late.

Trust: that I am part of something so much bigger than me. My voice blending with the choir in rhythms and harmonies beyond my own.

Beauty: that emerges in its own transcendence. Not my shallow imitation.

And yes, I can dream of vintage wine, slowly matured cheese and artisan sourdough. Gatherings around the table.

Tempo Giusto – finding and embracing the right tempo.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

~ This wild angelica has been growing right in front of the step. Over the weeks, I could have easily brushed it aside, but I’m glad I didn’t.